San diego reader Blogs: 'kameronj'http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/Latest ten entries from 'kameronj'en-usSun, 02 Aug 2015 13:42:15 -0000kameronj: A Tiff
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The morning wrestled itself between two men's arms as they tossed each other this way and that across the beach street sidewalks dividing themselves and their goods into the parking lot like camp gear being unpacked the two Friends for 12 years and across the countryside together now at rest ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/2012/mar/24/a-tiff/kameronj: The Lost Boys
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we are the lost boys of ocean beach we stay up late the music circulating through the air hanging from the ceilings the front porches the beach bonfires we are the lost boys of ocean beach me s2 and Wolverene racing motor bikes erecting effigies writing to the readers dropping ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/2012/feb/26/the-lost-boys/kameronj: Goodbye Thursday, no one misses you.
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Snails move slow on a regular Friday, "Regula", A friend of mine, whom defies the very meaning of the word. I think its his life work to prove that word wrong breaking patterns and spaces between meanings Like him, this day is as regular as perpetual motion and things in ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/2012/feb/24/goodbye-thursday-no-one-misses-you/kameronj: With solitude
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When I while all are sleeping and the alley cats have long left their echos off the walls and the moon is a great pale hole in the back blanket of life far above anything known or seen when I in my beach house castle undress without owning curtains for ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/2012/feb/15/with-solitude/kameronj: She sells sea shells
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I will greet you like the morning sun the dew on my porch or the breeze at my window I will watch you in the break of every new day Then to sleep with you in mind is the lucid dream of dreams real and unreal pinned against an equilibrium ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/2012/feb/15/she-sells-sea-shells/kameronj: A fools debate
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past the burnt out streets our shadows slipped and scurried by whisked away by feet the breeze a chill to warm my closed eyes while falling in a tale a song for boulevards a harmony uniquely ours for random passersbys you hummed the high the low was mine while falling ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/2012/feb/15/a-fools-debate/kameronj: Flippant thoughts
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That last time, finished all that was left of me I feel like the American soldiers in Iraq Boiling in hot air as the vultures circle lower and lower Walking bent through the desert And oh how my journey has been just like that only worse Much much worse Love ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/2012/feb/15/flippant-thoughts/kameronj: Drown
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During December flying through frozen air my heart beating faster than humming birds and race car engines I have 10 senses and 8 are broken I wash my own laundry in a basket in the shower With bleach Tired Desperately needing a drink And a lawyer I have a body ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/2012/feb/15/drown/kameronj: Gypsy Bird
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It began on a warm summer's dusk: I was the most curious sailor around, She was the shortest robber. She was my gypsy, My short gypsy, My robber. We used to laugh so well together, Back then. We wanted to drive together, around the world, We wanted it all. But ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/2012/feb/15/gypsy-bird/kameronj: Becasue words would pail in you true nature and only have substance through distance, because i'm not ready yet. And I am sorry im not stronger.But I want you to know I never loved anyone more. To die one day knowing that gives me no more fear of dea
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To know in an instant your ip address is ready for delivery To ready my transmission accordingly withholding nothing releasing all uncertainty setting back an whole planet of recursive lists on carbon manuscripts play games with emotions and question why they exist? Hemingway himself couldn't find the words for why ...http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/kameronj/2012/feb/15/becasue-words-would-pail-in-you-true-nature-and-on/